the villain and the hero and the unsympathetic fool
accusations fly by like wayward missiles
shot out of silos a half world away
landing god knows where and
making new holes to crawl into
there is no villain to kill in this tale
not one tying down fair damsels to the tracks
nor cloaking a wide smile with black cape
the hero here is incapable of rescuing even himself
instead seeks answers from faraway stars
like a prince without an inheritance
while remote weaponry circles the earth
the unsympathetic fool carries on
in an unforgiving world
deflecting whatever arrows brand his name
with an invisible shield called mortality
april fool’s day two thousand fifteen
copyright j matthew waters
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